When Wilson outlined his Fourteen points
They listened at Fourteen hills,
No doubt a woodlouse lumbered by
Fourteen-legged on the window-sills.
A sonnet has fourteen lines they say,
That's fourteen to many.
Fourteen pounds in a British Stone,
I weep, as I haven't lost any.
As many as days in a fortnight,
As many as the letters of a law.
Fourteen the number on my shirt
When I failed to score.
And if you've ever read Grailquest
It's where you go when you die
Go ahead and take a look,
If you think I tell a lie.
So fourteen does have a place
A fourteen-sized nook
And I already regret writing this
Not least for the time it took